To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning.

Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.